Creepy Funny Novels & Stories

Miles protests, and Bryn forms an X with her arms. “Are you serious?” Dash asks. “Have you ever seen horror movies? Twins are always creepy. There’s that one with the twin ghost girls in the hallway. And then the Tweedle twins, supposed to be a kids’ movie, but those two are creepy as fuck. Why do twins always say the same thing at the same time? Creepy motherfuckers.” Cass would be laughing her ass off right now, probably agreeing. The thought makes me smile.

It means I am a mix of both. "Both of what? Lycanthrope and what else? Human?" "Vampire." I closed my eyes and shook my head. Taking a few moments to compose myself and my thoughts. "You're all insane," I said, opening my eyes. "There is no such thing as Lycanthropes and there definitely isn't such a thing as Vampires." "You're looking at someone who is both, I can assure you they exist." Cain said. I shook my head.

“Hee hee hee…” At that moment, a peal of gloomy laughter echoed throughout the city. The two looked around at the same time, trying to locate the source of the sound. However, the sound seemed to be coming from all directions. The laughter was eerie and sinister, resembling a baby’s laughter and an elderly person’s low chuckle at the same time. “This is creepy alright.” Furrowing his eyebrows, Walganus reminded James, “Be on your guard. I have a feeling that this city’s inhabited.”

(RED) DRIP! DRIP! DRIP! The sound of the blood that is flowing unto the floor, from the hang body of a lifeless man that throat is been cut. Letting the scarlet blood freely flow like he is about to be butcher and to be sold in the market. “Just one more thing left to do.” A menacing laugh echoes across the close room. A kind of laugh that resembles of a kid, yet is also from a teen age girl and even a woman. A mix tone and laughter that is disturbing and taunting.

His eyes remained glued to the television as he listened to the morning news. A story came popping up on the screen that made curl his lips wickedly. TEN NYU UNDERGRADUATES WERE FOUND DEAD IN THE WOODS AND THEIR BODIES MASSACRED BY AN UNKNOWN CREATURE. THE TWO SURVIVALS OF THIS GRUESOME MURDER NARRATE THEIR ORDEAL... "Seems like you had a lot of fun last night," Grimacing slightly, Madison mumbled walking into the room, her heels clicking on the marble floor with each step she took.

One of them, slurring his words, muttered something that I couldn’t quite catch, but the tone was unmistakably lewd and the rest cackled like hyenas ready to devour me. “What’s a pretty thing like you doing out here alone by this time of the night? You’re basically inviting the inevitable, darling.” One of the men slurred in a wide toothed grin, exposing a set of yellowed teeth. “And lucky for you, we’re in a good mood to grant you your wish.” One of the men came even closer and caressed a creepy hand over a stray curl of my hair, breathing out heavy alcoholic fumes and I shuddered in absolute disgust and terror, “What you like to wish for, sweetheart?”

“It’s not your parents. Look harder.” Their laughter is deep and dark, like Satan screaming vinyl-toned messages through “Helter Skelter” played in reverse. The creatures' open mouths spin like turntables. Inside, are black holes.

There’s no getting around that fact at all. “So, we’re looking for a bird version of a spooky cat lady who has a fondness for living in woods, despite being right near a town? Is she old, young…. eats children? Do we need to crumble breadcrumbs along the highway in hopes of accidently falling upon her gingerbread house.” Carmen quizzes with a deadpan tone and a serious expression that somehow amuses me, despite her lack of emotion. This time I do laugh out loud, at the girl’s weird dry humor that I never realized she even possessed. A childhood visual of the old witch from the library Hansel and Gretel book pops into my head and only increases the giggles I exude.

he's speaking in that ridiculously goofy, high-pitched tone. I couldn't help but laugh a bit. It was absolutely silly, certainly, but you can get that sort of silly that's just funny when you're extremely bored, you know? Tray picked up another can and jumped into the act, drawing a wailing face beside Paul's stick man. The title of the article above read, "Crybaby." Man, Rick, who's normally pretty relaxed, just went and spray-painted a giant middle finger in the middle of everything. The guys just burst into laughter again, bumping into one another like they couldn't deal with how funny this was.

"Organs." Libia let out a nervous laugh. "Stop joking," she said, about to hang up, but the man continued. "This isn’t a joke. We paid in advance, so if you don’t want us to come collect it ourselves, you better have it ready." "I have no idea what you’re talking about." "I’ve already told you—I want my order. If not, I’ll have to collect it in other ways." Libia went pale. She’d always suspected that her aunt’s business dealings weren’t entirely legal, but *trafficking organs*? That had to be false.